Short Under It Poems
Short Under It Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Under It by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Under It by length and keyword.
Imprisoned anxiety
A hefty encumbrance
You either shake it off, or...
be crushed under it
Date written: 12/01/2019
Categories:
under it, metaphor, perspective, truth,
Form:
Dodoitsu
People say I can be mean,
But, they don't see,
What others see.
Look inside,
Deep down,
Under it all,
And you'll see,
I'm acually kind of sweet!
Categories:
under it, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
it white blinking light
its mabe christmas tree
or on the street
it heavenly to see
under it gifts
call all and girls and and boys
all over the world
CHRISTMAS JOY
Categories:
under it, adventure, christmas,
Form:
Prose Poetry
it white blinking light
its mabe christmas tree
or on the street
it heavenly to see
under it gifts
call all and girls and and boys
all over the world
CHRISTMAS JOY
Categories:
under it, adventure, christmas,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When a problem clouds each day.
And all is misty and grey,
You must review it.
You can’t get over it,
You wont get under it,
You have to go through it.
Categories:
under it, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
The night breaches day
Darkness arrives just to play
It envelopes everything
Takes me under it
And I lie helpless in it
I feel the power of night
Russell Sivey
Categories:
under it, life,
Form:
Sedoka
Walk the Line
Draw a line under it
On a Charity Fun Run
As penance
For crossing the line's
So Many Time's
You stopped counting
How many pairs of shoes it took
To look before crossing
Dangerous Paths
Categories:
under it, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
I've misplaced one's muse.
It resembles a colourful cloud,
with ink pouring under it.
Normally responds to
'Lets write'
If you see it please be gentle with it
Put it in a jar and return it to me.
Thanks in advance.
Categories:
under it, muse,
Form:
Verse
I go out for walks
once in a blue moon
when I do it’s a warm day
and the sky is many shades of blue
the moon
is just a clipped fingernail
I’m so happy now
I’m over the moon and weather
not under it
Whit Howland © 2019
Categories:
under it, art,
Form:
Free verse
The mask you wear
Of clay and hair
Is flesh-colored pink:
A painted smile and steady stare
Of eyes that never blink.
And under it
An inky pit
Of infinite sad space.
Melinda, tell me how you fit
Your mask, where you’ve no face?
Categories:
under it, introspection
Form:
Verse
If I were nineteen foot tall I would not need a ladder
I could stretch out across the top of my car
And look for a ball under it.
I would never need high heels
And I could pat a giraffe on the head
And gloat because I was taller than him.
Categories:
under it, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Light Verse
Rain whispers wind against my cheeks
Softly promising Summer secretly
An early taste of April awakenings
The maple has dripped a puddle of sap
To add color to the damp driveway
I am sorely tempted to stand under it
In openmouthed pleasure
Categories:
under it, seasons,
Form:
Bio
Can Trees cry?
Trees on top of the hill
had been chopped down
except for one,
a big old oak.
When I walked under it
large drops fell,
I grant you
It had been raining
but that was hours ago.
Big tears,
in each one of them
I saw
a picture of fallen trees.
Categories:
under it, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Terror unending
Bliss unendured
Iron will unbending
Love unsecured
If God be willing
Truth will be found
In some bird's bright trilling
In some bell-like sound
And if walls should crumble
And towers should fall
My heart will be found
Buried under it all
Categories:
under it, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Under the vanilla skies
The evening fell
Under it a caravan of thousand camels
On a lush mountainous desert
So narrow yet so vast
They marched on, their masters on their feet
On and on they moved watching over the horizons
Moving so slowly so eternally.
Categories:
under it, adventure, allegory, arabic, beauty,
Form:
Classicism
Trees fluttering in the wind
Whispering to each other
Secrets that they hold
Never to be spoken
Sturdy as it stands so bold
Strong, protecting never broken
Under it you reminisce
Of all things so soft-spoken
Childhood bliss, a lover’s kiss
Secret moments never to be woken
Categories:
under it, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Woolly and blue,
So spacious,
As to leave no clue,
Vaster than,
the sight of eyes,
when angry,
it relentlessly,
sunned and rained,
when happy,
it was clear,
and cool,
and added to it,
a rainbow,
It was umbrella to world,
In fact under it,
Was imprisoned,
The entire human hoard.
Categories:
under it, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The wall
The wall was built to keep them out.
Or was it built to keep us in?
Built so tall you can't climb over
And you can't go under it.
So long that you can't go round.
No doors at one end
But a gate to let you in or out.
You can touch the wall
But don't climb on it.
It's just a wall to me and you.
Categories:
under it, creation,
Form:
Free verse
When the day allowed eyes their sight
On the way…
There were three pigeons
Near the electric streetlamp
Automobiles went under it…
What a lot of wishes and ambitions in peoples’ heads
Nobody looked up and saw them
There were three pigeons
Near the electric streetlamp
Life is like a pigeon’s flight
Occupied with ambitions…
Categories:
under it, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Rolling down the dusty unmade road
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed
Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed
written 08/18/2013
contest Road Trip
Categories:
under it, journey,
Form:
Acrostic
God Help
A turd up the **** ready to go
To be dropped like a bomb
On target down below obliteration
Feel it in the tubes free fall death
Don’t wanna be under it oh no
No bomb ever made compares
To my butt turd just to launch
Countdown begins to go go!
My kecks are down on target
Squeeze it out there it goes
Turd on target God help you all!
Categories:
under it, crazy, funny, silly,
Form:
Free verse
The sky is roof
under it no
season for them
war stranded
group they are
waking
on the blood stained ground
on the shrub thorns
reminding the crucifixion
though no peace
on the dusty loaves,
dogs and they
in quarrelsome sorts
no care
no care
only war drives their life
this to that bank......
-Monday, August 5, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
under it, life,
Form:
Free verse
Hello all!
OH HOW I WISH I WAS A PREMIUM MEMBER! AARGGG!!!
Ahem. Excuse me. ;)
It's just that I have a contest suggestion. I don't mind whoever picks it up... I'm not sure if
it's a topic that's already been done in the past, but I think a lot of interesting poems would
come up under it.
Topic : "Childhood Memories"
Anyone willing to hold the contest?
Categories:
under it,
Form:
I do not know?
That look
of yours
that wearily
slides down
from the corners
of your eyes
that come to
rest on your collar bones
How I wish
I could
take the
sadness away
wipe out those years
smooth out the
hardship I see awake under it all
what lays
there
in your dark circles
I know
I have walked under life too
and it
keeps pouring
upon us
like tears.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
under it, care, destiny, life, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
My favorite soup is my own invention
It has no name, but it is a combination
Navy beans and ham, sliced potatoes,
Onions with lots of salt and pepper.
Cornbread is a necessiity, to go under it.
If you have honey and horseradish, add it.
To the soup or the cornbread?
I do not care, both. Corn must be added too.
I almost forgot that part. It is my favorite soup, but it has no name.
Categories:
under it, food,
Form:
Free verse